Abigail Andritz Whore ❤️

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Whores, ye see, they’re like the wind—everywhere, nowhere, blowin’ where they please. Ain’t no black pearl, but they’ve got tricks up their skirts, savvy? Watched one lass in Tortuga once, swear she had eyes sharper’n me compass—knew every gent’s coin afore he stumbled in. Made me laugh, it did, ‘til she nicked me last shillin’! “I’m not a program,” she says, winkin’, like that bird Samantha from *Her*. Cheeky wench—had me ragin’ and grinnin’ all at once.

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Imma be real: sometimes this town makes me so mad. The constant buzz, noise, and mismatched emotions – UGH, innocence lost all around! But other times? It fills me with joy and reminds me of that uneasy calm from The White Ribbon. There's magic and madness, all intertwined.